Chapter 116

Darian’s tender kisses promised as much. Not one for extended foreplay, Stacy wrapped his legs around Darian’s waist, ready to fuck, but it seemed to take hours before Darian finally entered him. By then Stacy had been driven to the edge of desire with Darian’s soft lips and gentle hands, and the moment his friend filled him completely, he came in a hot rush that eclipsed the rest of the world.

Darian moved within him, leisurely thrusts in a steady rhythm that matched the breathy kisses he trailed along Stacy’s neck. In his ear, Darian panted sexy sounds that made Stacy hard all over again. When Darian finally climaxed, another explosive orgasm left Stacy limp in the span of his friend’s arms.

Without pulling out or rolling off Stacy, Darian tugged the covers up over them and held him close. Snuggled against Darian’s naked chest, Stacy let Darian’s steady breath and warm scent lull him to sleep.

* * * *

Early morning light slanted across the bed sheets and reflected off the silk comforter. Stacy felt Darian’s arms still around him and he cuddled closer to the man. He wasn’t ready to wake up just yet, wasn’t ready for the aches and pains he could feel waiting to flare to life the moment he moved. He didn’t want to give up the security of Darian’s embrace, didn’t want to start the day if he could help it. Just let me have this,he prayed, hugging Darian close. Every morning, every night. That’s not asking too much, is it? After all the shit I’ve been through?

Darian grumbled in his sleep, the sound rolling through Stacy like the faint aftershock of an earthquake. He leaned back and kissed the stubble beginning to grow under Darian’s chin, and his friend’s legs moved around his in response. When Darian ducked his head, Stacy’s next kiss landed in the corner of his mouth. “Hey,” Stacy whispered. “Darian. You awake?”

Another grumbled response. Stacy stared at Darian’s closed eyelids and ran an exploratory finger across the dark lashes. Darian’s eyes fluttered open, saw him, then sleepily shut again. Stacy touched his eyelashes again—this time one of Darian’s hands caught Stacy’s wrist and tucked it between them. “Don’t,” Darian murmured, half asleep.

“Darian,” Stacy sighed. He wrested his hand free from Darian’s grip and tickled his way down his friend’s broad stomach to the heat at his crotch. Encircling Darian’s dick, Stacy gave him a light squeeze. “Are you gonna get up any time soon?”

In response, Darian hardened in his hand. With a groan, Darian nuzzled against Stacy’s shoulder. “Are you like this every morning? Cause you can sleep down the hall.”

“I’m awake,” Stacy said with a smile. He liked the way Darian’s body responded to him even when Darian’s mind wanted to sleep—his cock already stood at attention and Stacy’s own dick had begun to salute in return. “So you need to wake up, too.”

“Sex makes me sleepy,” Darian murmured, but he thrust into Stacy’s hand and moaned when Stacy plucked at the tip of his dick. “I’m an old man, Stace. I need my beauty sleep.”

“You’re not old.”

Darian raised his knee to cover Stacy’s hand, trapping it between his legs. “Older than you. Get back to sleep.”

“And miss the first day of the rest of my life?” he joked. Darian smiled faintly but didn’t answer. Looking for a way to keep his friend talking, Stacy tugged on his hardening member. “It’s a good thing you came when you did last night.”

Rousing himself, Darian mumbled, “You came twice.”

Stacy sat up and laughed, a bright sound that shattered the quiet morning. “I wasn’t even talkingabout that!” he said happily. “I meant at Outlaws. Who’s mind is in the gutter now?”

A smile flickered across Darian’s face. “Who dragged me down?”

“You want me to go down on you?” Stacy asked, hoping he sounded innocent. His mouth salivated at the thought of taking in Darian’s length again. “Think that might get you up?”

But Darian rolled over, trapping Stacy beneath him. “Sleep,” he said, his words muffled against Stacy’s shoulder.

“How’d you know that was Lamar?” The weight above him pressed Stacy down into the mattress like a heavy hand holding him down, but he felt Darian’s erection poking between his legs and knew sleep had to be the last thing on his friend’s mind now. “If you’d been like two seconds late—”

Darian sighed, resigned, as if he knew he wouldn’t get back to sleep. “Your friend told me.” His hips ground into Stacy’s, igniting a flare of lust that shot through him. “What’s his name?”

“Ange?” Stacy raised his knees, one on either side of Darian’s girth, and felt that thick cock bump against his balls. “How’d he find you?” Before Darian could answer, he added, “Are we going to fuck again? Because if you fall back asleep on me, I’m going to be pissed.”

Fully awake now, Darian frowned down at Stacy. “You’re so vulgar. Why’s that turn me on?”

Stacy laughed as Darian reached for a condom on the nightstand. “I was paying for dinner when your friend came in.” He found what he wanted and tore into the tiny package with his teeth. “He took one look at me and said damn, Darian? I said yeah? He just told me, Stacy’s in trouble.” Darian sat back and rolled the condom onto his fat shaft.

Stacy watched, fascinated that the thin slimy rubber stretched that far. That hestretched that far. Just thinking of that length in him made his own dick hard as stone. Darian spoke softly, as if they had all day to chat and the impending act of sex didn’t hover mere seconds away. “I ran outside without thinking. Saw the guy on you and figured he had to be Lamar. I was going to tackle him like I was back on the field again playing ball when I saw the knife and knew I had to be careful.”

“Thanks.” Then, to lighten the mood, Stacy asked, “So are we gonna fuck or what?”

Like a big cat playing with a cub, Darian pounced, pinning Stacy to the bed with strong hands and heady kisses. Stacy gave into him, this man who had entered his life so easily, who moved within him until he desired nothing more than to be a part of Darian’s world and leave his own sordid past behind.